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the hills
Hollywood and dollar bills
Chasing dreams for the thrills
Seeing how much I must love fame
I would probably, even kill
Honestly that’s how I feel

Smoking flowers to get high

We just praying we get by

Sun in the sky

Making love to life

Use my voice to make the music come to life

I got flows for

Yeah
The love that I gave is not returned
Spend a little on the rims but a lot been earned 
Lot been burned, 'til I’m buried 6 feet deep or rock

TRUST ISSUES Lyrics:

By: Robbie Nova

Intro:

You know what’s crazy, cuz all the things that .. You were accusing me of, You were actually doing.

Just like every fan do
But the time goes by
And I realize that we are not the same
No respect, where's your loyalty, character
That shit hurt low key

nobody else
And you're putting this all on me

There’s no option to give up if i dont feel like
actually the only option would be to kill my
patience,

She love all of my rhymes
She say they sharper than a cactus

Actually
Ashley's attached to me like magnets
Your plug be tryna rob me
He must want

Oh, on that night I had came from a
Party on 3rd Avenue with some friends
And I was going home and that's when
I was stopped by police officers

It actually made me crash and go back to the same disastrous
Things that I promised in the past would remain in caskets
What a revival. I grabbed

rented
By the buddies' folks
Only one that you have is your Snapchat
So give 'em back that Rolls
(Roll, roll, roll) , and roll
Your ass out (Uh, huh)
Your

pie blueberry - what?
I got peaches ah no no no, whoa whoa whoa
Actually Slick
It doesn't matter what type of pie you have
Let the Rock tell you

Kendrick cause he is
What all the hype about
Girls is really twerking cause Miley went
And done hyped it out

Meanwhile I'm by my lonesome
Sitting

around, back
I've got an unusual sound that I lost
But I found it again

Taking 'em out, keep talking
I'll staple 'em out i used to love grime
God knows I'm

my life where I felt
Like I wasn't good enough- I
Can't do it by myself
I can't keep doing, it's damaging my health
Will this path that I've chosen

This love is a drug
The way it affects the run of your blood
Never to snub
But always eventually they do succumb
Overrun, by thoughts that make
You

and I live by the code
I'm in a different city every night
That's when I feel at home
Yeah, I'm too in love with the money
I'm tryna put on for the bros

backseat, if
Not Uber, no black taxi, woah
Actually come, come check me
Stop with the talk
Come cut some check for me bro
Don't call me blood, we don't bleed

Know
I be the boy with the better flow
The way I battle
I battle like I'm a swingers
From here to Plymouth
The streets love what The Movement delivers

At 12, we started seeing bodies
By 15, we got used to hearing about them
I mean death keep happening how I'm supposed to react
I found a nigga I grew

And chase that fucking paystub
Don't listen to the hate bruh
Fuck it if it ain't love
(Okay, lemme switch it up real quick)
I got white people telling me that

creaming her crumpet
My towns small and filled up with pebbles, the cats shoot up by the beach
I was in school playing 'round my mates, didn't know that

life, tryin' to avoid the love lost
So 3, 2, 1, take off make songs, but actually I'm a rip-off
Can the damn Broncos finally make the playoffs
In

you really see what you actually mean to me
Why'd you have to leave where would I hide
Everything was for you I was twisting and turning at night
Time

world
You gave many speeches, thought that’s what you meant by oral
Now that I think about it…

[Verse 2: CF Sloppy]
Why would I want that booty I’d